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The air crackled with anticipation, a symphony of whispered promises and the clinking of coins. The Crimson Moon Brothel was alive, pulsing with an energy that thrummed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. This was my domain, my kingdom of pleasure, and I, Anya, ruled it with a flick of my wolfish ear and a suggestive lick of my fangs.
The heavy oak doors swung open, the scent of jasmine and cinnamon announcing the arrival of my first customer. A Serpentfolk, sleek and sinuous, slithered in, her scales shimmering under the warm glow of the oil lamps. Her kind were known for their demanding tastes and insatiable appetites, and a thrill shot through me as her golden eyes met mine.
"Anya," she hissed, her voice a seductive whisper, "I crave the touch of a beast tonight. I hear tales of your… talents. Show me what a wolf-rabbit hybrid can do." She let her gaze linger on my prominent bulge, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
"500 silver," I purred back, meeting her gaze with a confidence born from countless nights like this. "And I'll show you pleasures you've only dreamed of."
Her eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. "Done."
She followed me to a secluded alcove draped in crimson silk, her movements as graceful as a willow in the wind. As I turned to face her, my cock strained against my trousers, eager for the delights to come. Tonight, the Serpentfolk would learn the true meaning of pleasure...
The Serpentfolk, eager to claim her purchase, wasted no time in pressing me against the silken cushions. Her scales, surprisingly smooth and cool, sent shivers down my spine as they rubbed against my heated skin. She hissed, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire, as my hands found their way to her hips.
"Your reputation precedes you, Anya," she murmured, her forked tongue darting out to taste the air between us. "Let's see if you live up to the hype."
She pressed a hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the cushions. Her eyes, like molten gold, held mine captive as she slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned my trousers. The anticipation was excruciating, a delicious torment that had my entire body thrumming with need.
"Patience, little wolf," she chuckled, her breath hot against my ear. "Pleasure delayed is pleasure doubled."
And oh, how she made me wait. She took her time, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing the edge of my arousal but never quite giving me the relief I craved. By the time she finally took me in her hand, my breath was coming in ragged gasps, my vision blurred with a haze of desperate lust.
Her touch, when it finally came, was electric. Her cool, scaled hand wrapped around my shaft, her grip surprisingly strong. She stroked me slowly, rhythmically, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being. I bucked against her hand, desperate for more, my hips grinding against hers as I fought to maintain some semblance of control.
"Such fire, little wolf," she hissed, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "But the night is young. Let's see how long you can burn."
She continued to tease and torment, her touch a tantalizing mix of gentleness and firm pressure. Just as I thought I could take no more, she leaned down, her forked tongue tracing the tip of my cock. A jolt shot through me, raw and primal, and I cried out, my hips arching instinctively towards her touch.
"Yessss," she hissed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Let it go, little wolf. Give in to the pleasure."
And give in I did.
My release, when it came, was explosive. Wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss crashed over me, leaving me gasping for breath, my muscles trembling with the force of my orgasm. The Serpentfolk, her grip never faltering, drank in my pleasure with a satisfied smirk.
As I came down from my climax, still breathless and pliant in her grasp, she leaned in close, her warm breath tickling my ear. "You were magnificent, Anya," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. "Worth every silver piece."
She rose from the cushions, her scales gleaming in the lamplight. As she adjusted her garments, I couldn't help but feel a pang of something akin to regret as she prepared to leave.
"Don't look so disappointed, little wolf," she chuckled, tossing a heavy pouch onto the table. "The night is still young, and I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again very soon."
And with a wink and a swish of her tail, she was gone, leaving me alone in the dimly lit alcove, the scent of her arousal lingering in the air like a promise of pleasures to come.
I licked my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her, the echoes of pleasure still thrumming through my veins. She was right, the night was young, and the Crimson Moon Brothel was bustling with eager customers.
10 minutes later -
The rhythmic clanging of the bell above the door announced a new arrival, and I turned to greet my next companion. A statuesque Dragonborn, her scales a fiery crimson that matched the silk draperies, stood framed in the doorway. Her eyes, like molten gold, swept over me with a predatory hunger that sent a thrill through my core.
"Anya," she rumbled, her voice a low, throaty purr, "I've come seeking a different kind of fire tonight. They say you have a touch that can melt even the strongest steel."
My cock twitched in anticipation. Dragonborn were notorious for their stamina and their insatiable appetites. This one promised a challenge, and I, for one, never backed down from a challenge. Especially not when it came with the promise of such exquisite pleasure.
"Then you've come to the right place," I purred back, my fangs glinting in the lamplight. "Tell me, what sets your soul ablaze?"
The Dragonborn chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that resonated in my chest. "Straightforward, I like that," she said, her gaze tracing the lines of my body. "I've heard whispers of your... unique anatomy. Tell me, little wolf, can you handle a dragon's fire?"
"Only one way to find out," I purred back, my confidence unwavering. I gestured towards a private chamber, its entrance veiled by shimmering beads that whispered promises of forbidden delights.
The Dragonborn followed, her steps measured and deliberate. As we entered the chamber, the air seemed to crackle with a tangible energy, a potent mix of lust and anticipation. I could feel my pulse quicken, my skin thrumming with a delicious blend of fear and excitement.
"No need for coy games," she rumbled, her voice husky with desire. "Tonight, I want to taste you. All of you. Show me what you can do, Anya."
She pressed a heavy pouch of gold into my hand, her eyes never leaving mine. "Don't disappoint me."
The weight of the gold in my palm was intoxicating, but the smoldering hunger in her eyes was even more so. This was more than just a transaction; it was a challenge, a dance of dominance and submission, and I intended to savor every moment.
"As you wish," I murmured, my voice laced with a playful challenge. "Let the games begin."
I moved with a practiced grace, shedding my clothes and revealing my form to her hungry gaze. The Dragonborn watched with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, her eyes drinking in every curve, every muscle, every inch of my body.
"Magnificent," she breathed, her voice rough with desire. "Even more exquisite than the rumors suggested." She stepped closer, her scaled hand reaching out to trace the line of my jaw. "Tell me, little wolf," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "do you enjoy this? The power you wield, the pleasure you give?"
Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I leaned into it, my fangs brushing against her fingers. "Knowledge is power, darling," I purred back, my voice thick with amusement. "And tonight, you're the student."
A flicker of something wild and dangerous sparked in the Dragonborn's eyes. "A worthy adversary," she chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the air. "Let's see who emerges victorious from this battle of wills."
She wasted no time in closing the distance between us, her lips crashing against mine in a searing kiss. Her tongue, hot and insistent, plunged into my mouth, battling for dominance. I met her fire with my own, our bodies intertwining in a heated dance of desire.
Her hands, calloused and strong, roamed across my back, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of her arousal pressing against my own. I moaned, the sound swallowed by her mouth as she deepened the kiss, her fingers digging into my hips, urging me closer.
"Yes," she growled against my lips, her voice thick with lust. "Give in to the fire, little wolf. Let it consume you."
Her words were a command, a challenge I couldn't refuse. I surged against her, my body a furnace of need. I wanted her touch, her taste, her fire burning away everything but this raw, primal desire.
I pushed her back against the silk cushions, my hands roaming across her powerful frame, exploring the contours of her muscles beneath her scales. Her breath hitched as my fingers brushed against the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, and I chuckled, pressing a kiss to that spot.
I trailed a line of kisses down her neck, savoring the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her scent, a heady mix of musk and ozone, filled my senses, intoxicating me, driving me wild. I wanted to lose myself in her, to drown in the depths of her desire. And, judging by the way she arched into my touch, whimpering my name like a prayer, she felt it too.
I continued my slow, deliberate exploration of her body, my hands and lips working in tandem to map out every inch of her. Her scales, surprisingly smooth and warm beneath my touch, sent shivers dancing across my skin. When I reached her breasts, heavy and full beneath my palms, she moaned, her head falling back against the cushions.
"Anya," she breathed, her voice thick with need, "please... I need..."
"What does my dragon need?" I purred, my breath hot against her skin.
"You," she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. "I need to feel you, all of you."
And with that, all pretense of patience shattered.
I wasted no time in claiming her mouth once more, our tongues tangling in a heated battle for dominance as our bodies moved together with a desperate urgency. My hands roamed over her, exploring the curves and hollows of her form, finding every sensitive spot, every place where my touch could make her gasp and moan.
Her hands were just as insistent, tearing at my clothes, pulling me closer, desperate for the feel of skin against skin. When our heated flesh finally met, it was with a gasp of shared pleasure, a symphony of moans and whispered pleas.
"Anya," she groaned, her voice raw with need, "touch me… please…"
"With pleasure, my dragon," I purred, my fingers trailing down her stomach, teasing the sensitive skin just above her clothed sex.
Her hips bucked instinctively against my hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, there…" she whimpered. "Please, Anya… I need…"
Her words were lost in a groan as my fingers found their mark, slipping past the folds of her sex and finding the bud of her clit, swollen and throbbing.
"So eager," I chuckled, my voice husky with amusement. "But we've only just begun…"
I took my time, savoring the feel of her arousal pulsing beneath my touch, the way her body responded to my every touch, every caress. Her breathing was ragged, her moans growing louder with every passing moment as I explored the sensitive flesh of her sex with practiced expertise.
"Anya…" she whimpered, her hips rocking against my hand, desperate for more. "Please… don't stop…"
"Such a demanding dragon," I teased, my voice laced with amusement. But even as I spoke, I felt a answering heat building within my own core, a familiar ache that pulsed in time with her moans.
I leaned down, my tongue tracing the curve of her ear before whispering against her sensitive skin, "Touch me, dragon. Let me feel your fire."
Her eyes, molten gold and filled with lust, met mine, and then, with a growl, she was on me, her mouth crashing against mine as her hands roamed across my body with a hunger that mirrored my own.
This was no longer a game, a delicate dance of seduction. This was raw need, primal and unrestrained, and it threatened to consume us both.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my trousers, her impatience almost comical if it wasn't so damn hot. I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest, and pushed her hands aside, quickly finishing the job myself. Her eyes widened as I freed my cock, her gaze sweeping over its length with an almost reverent awe.
"Gods," she breathed, her voice rough with desire. "It's... magnificent."
"All yours, darling," I purred, enjoying the way her gaze followed my every move as I shifted on the cushions, making room for her. "Come and claim your prize."
She needed no further encouragement. With a growl that vibrated through the air, she straddled my hips, her thighs bracketing mine, her heat a brand against my aching cock. I hissed, a mix of pain and pleasure as her hand closed around my shaft, guiding me towards her entrance.
"Easy, dragon," I chuckled, my voice strained. "No need to rush. We have all night."
"Forever wouldn't be long enough," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. And then, with a slow, deliberate descent, she lowered herself onto me, impaling herself on my cock with a gasp that echoed my own.
The feeling of her sheathing me, hot and tight, sent a jolt of pure pleasure through my entire being. I groaned, my back arching instinctively as she settled onto me, her weight a delicious pressure against my aching cock.
"Gods," she gasped, her breath hot against my neck. "You feel… incredible."
"Just getting started, darling," I murmured, my voice thick with arousal. I reached down, my hands finding her hips, guiding her movements as she began to move. She was a natural, her body made for this, her hips rocking against mine with an innate rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes," I groaned, my fingers digging into her flesh as she rode me, her inner heat stoking the flames of my own desire. "Just like that, dragon. Ride me."
She needed no further encouragement. Her movements grew faster, more frantic, her moans filling the room as she rode me with an abandon that bordered on wild. I met each thrust with a grunt of my own, my cock swelling within her, desperate for release.
The air crackled between us, charged with a potent mix of sweat, saliva, and unadulterated lust. Our bodies moved together, a symphony of gasps and moans as we pushed each other closer and closer to the edge.
I couldn't hold back any longer. My hands, no longer content to simply guide her, roamed across her back, tracing the ridges of her spine, pulling her closer until her curves molded perfectly against mine. My fingers found purchase on her hips, guiding her movements, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out my name.
"Anya," she gasped, her voice raw with need, "I... I'm close..."
Her words were like a match to tinder. My own climax was building, a wave of white-hot pleasure coiling in my gut, ready to break.
"Then fly with me, dragon," I groaned, my voice ragged. I grasped her ass, reveling in the feel of her firm flesh beneath my palms, and pulled her down onto me, deepening our connection. My lips found her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin as I kissed and nipped and suckled, marking her as mine.
Her answering moan was music to my ears. And then, with a shared cry of ecstasy, we shattered, our orgasms a supernova of pure, unadulterated bliss that left us both gasping for breath, our bodies still entwined.
The world seemed to explode around us, a kaleidoscope of light and sensation as our orgasms crashed over us. Her walls clenched around me, milking every last drop of my release, and I roared, my hips snapping upward one last time as I spilled into her, my seed a hot, thick offering to her fire.
She followed me over the edge a moment later, her cry a primal sound of pure, unrestrained pleasure that echoed through the chamber. Her body shuddered against mine, waves of ecstasy rippling through her as she rode out her orgasm, her head thrown back, her hair a fiery halo around her face.
I held her close, my own breathing ragged and uneven, as the aftershocks of our shared pleasure ebbed away. Her scent, a heady mix of musk and ozone, filled my senses, intoxicating me, binding me to her in that moment.
But the night was far from over.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, I felt a familiar heat stirring within me, a primal urge to claim her once more, to brand her with my touch. I rolled her onto her back, her eyes widening as I hovered over her, my cock, still slick with our combined fluids, pressing against her entrance.
"Round two, darling?" I purred, my voice husky with a desire that refused to be denied. A wicked grin spread across my face as I saw the answering spark in her eyes, the unmistakable gleam of lust that mirrored my own. "This time, I'm taking charge."
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…umm… I honestly didn't expect this when I started writing this chapter lol. I guess we'll just need a part two~